All Chapters of End Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SEBASTIAN’S POVPresent time….."Gosh, you got it so bad for this guy, ain't you?" Maggie chuckled, scrolling through the pictures on my laptop. "You literally have a folder full of his photos. Oh my god, Seb!""Shut up," I groaned, burying my face into my pillow as I felt the warmth quickly gather on my cheeks."My goodness, you are even blushing just thinking about him.""Maggie, just get out of my room, dude." I protested meekly, unable to hide the smile that forced its way to my lips.Fuck, I couldn't believe I was blushing over the one guy who couldn't give two shits about me. The guy who hated me more than anything, but there I was getting giddy just by thinking about him.Yes, it was sad and pathetic, man, but I didn't care.That exact part of thinking about him was the most favorite part of my day. I enjoyed doing it, fantasizing about him and creating scenes in my head that I knew would never come true. I mean, that was the only way I would ever get close to him, feel him, ap

SEBASTIAN’S POVSome old-school country tune poured through the speakers of my Jeep, the mellow beat syncing perfectly with the rhythm of my fingers drumming against the steering wheel. I bobbed my head, singing along with the song. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the disgust all over my best friend's face, who was sitting beside me on the passenger seat. My grin widened as I reached over and turned up the volume a few notches just to annoy him even more. Will groaned almost painfully as he sunk further into the seat, and I couldn't help but bust into fits of laughter."Ah, come on, dude , this one's good." I said, briefly looking at him and back to the road."Good, my ass," Will muttered, rubbing his temples like my music was giving him a migraine. "Your music taste is trash. Like literal trash!"I laughed, tapping the steering wheel again in time with the beat. "That's because you've got no taste, man. You listen to the same three rappers on repeat every single day. What ri

ZAIRE'S POV The drive to Dillion's friend's place felt longer than it actually was. Maybe because my head wasn't fucking quiet. The music was blasting out the windows-Reggie had control of the aux, which meant loud trap music and him drumming on the dashboard like he was in the damn band.I just stared out the window, jaw tight, mind running laps I didn't fucking sign up for.Dillion's friend-Caleb or Cameron or whatever the hell his name was-was throwing a "pre-draft send-off." He'd just gotten the call from an NFL team two days ago which was fucking great news for any football player who had a dream to go pro.I could just imagine how freaking happy he was. That was my dream too, you know. Going pro. But with the way we ended last season, the dream seemed pretty far-fetched at the moment. Unless we got our shit together, stopped bitching around, and actually played fucking football for once. And with the new coach? I liked to believe things were finally going to change. Maybe this

SEBASTIAN’S POV I let go of Zaire’s wrist and moved both of my hands up to cup his cheeks. Surprisingly, Zaire didn’t try to fight me anymore. Instead, he started to move his lips, slow and timid like he was scared of something. I slightly tilted his face, desperate to deepen the kiss as far as I could. I wanted to taste every inch of his mouth. After all these years of craving him, I needed at least a sliver of satisfaction before this was over because this was probably the first and last time I’d ever get to kiss him.I sucked on his tongue with desperation, dragging a sound out of him—a moan—soft but deep, the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. My fingers tightened around his face, a muffled groan vibrating out of my chest as my dick twitched inside my jeans. But unfortunately for me, that was the exact moment that forced Zaire back to reality. Like I knew he would, he shoved me so hard I stumbled back. Then he tried to punch me, but I was quick to grab hold of his wrist.

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was woken up by the sound of my alarm going off on the dresser next to my bed. I groaned, throwing my hand out to shut it off. It was finally Monday, and after the horrible weekend I had, I couldn't feel any more fucking depressed. Mondays sucked. And so was school, especially for someone like me who was still nursing a fucking heartache. But that didn't matter though because it was time to wake up and get read for school regardless ,unless I wanted to deal with Ms. Kate Wilson herself. Mommy dearest-she would have my head before I even think of skipping school. I reluctantly pushed myself off the bed ,feeling the soft fur of the mat under my bare feet. I could hear the crushing of waves outside from the private beach that was basically the backyard of my house. That was the life of Kingmoore Court for you-expensive, beautiful, and nature friendly. The sunrise and sunset were the best part. At least they usually were. But today, the sunrise made my chest hurt.